User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-26024035-20160426010312

Slank strode out of his cabin and pulled out a spyglass, the tails of his sea coat swaying gently behind him. He set the cold metal instrument to his red-brown musteline eye, peering at the vessel.